Characters: Thomas, Harry, Dean, Sam
Time: Dusk
Location: 26th and Federal; Parking lot off the freeway
Content: Thomas has a Plan. Dean is Bait. Harry and Sam are facepalming. And this is happening at Zero.
Warnings: Um... Winchesters. Harry. Thomas. Zero. Beware explosions.
Format: Prose.'
The parking lot looked like any other parking lot in the city, butting up against a seemingly abandoned office building. The only difference was that every so often a group of men and women would walk by, giddy and most wearing far too little clothing, and disappear down a flight of stairs around the corner. Every time they did, the heavy thrum of bass could be heard for a second or two.
Thomas leaned against the hood of his car as he waited for the others, dressed in nothing more than a pair of skin-tight leather pants and artfully tousled hair. He would have looked casual and unaffected by the cold, except for the fact that he was methodically loading bullets into a clip as he waited, dark blue eyes watching the building.